Waiting for the Spurs
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Since our co-laureat T Darkstar has taken the season-as-epic into his capable hands, I wanted to offer this as a complementary piece to his next installment: a pre-game poem. Enjoy...?
Waiting for the Spurs
--What are we doing, gathered in this sports bar in the mall?
The spurs are arriving today.
--Why is nothing happening in the library?
Why do the adjuncts sit making no discussion questions?
Because the spurs are arriving today.
What is there for the adjuncts to discuss now?
When the spurs come, they will dictate the level of discourse.
--Why did our mayor wake up with the clouds
and in his office sit in state
in his swivel chair, wearing a silver tie pin.
Because the spurs are arriving today,
and the mayor is waiting for a conference call
with Gregg Popovich. In fact,
he prepared a lullaby in which
he wrote in many euphemisms and epithets.
--Why did our street cleaners
come out this morning in their crimson embroidered togas;
why did they don a slow-moving truck
resplendent with amethysts and emeralds of reclaimed water;
why do they point beautifully wrought hoses
at our sidewalks and gutters?
Because the spurs are arriving today,
and such things dazzle Bruce Bowen.
--Why don’t the worthy urchins come as usual
to bum cigarettes around the square?
Because the spurs are arriving today
and they do not smoke.
--Why should this angst and bravado
erupt from us. (How sanctimonious our faces have become.)
Why has the downtown emptied so quickly
into the pensive, delicate suburbs.
Because day has ended and the spurs are thought to have arrived.
Though some people came in from the video poker room
and they say the spurs no longer exist.
--Now what will we do without the spurs?
Those guys were some kind of problem.
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thanks St Bayno
I thought you had left us.
Please keep sending the occasional poem.
by Section323 on
Oct 30, 2008 10:12 PM PDT
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Very enjoyable to imagine
"You're really making me feel good about myself, little man," says Oden as he starts dancing after scoring a goal. "You better come harder than that."
by BlueBooYay on
Oct 30, 2008 10:40 PM PDT
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Great use of words to vividly describe the sceneries and an interesting perspective
I also really enjoyed your Haikus on all draft prospects and used the ones on Bayless and Batum for a while as my signature.
We are in the “fine young wine” phase, only getting better with age. The Spurs’ wine is starting to cant over and smell like old cork. In a few years, the team of today won’t exist anymore and won’t be really scary for us. But today, it’s still a big deal when they come to town. Worthy of an opening night.
by Norsktroll on
Oct 31, 2008 3:27 AM PDT
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